Chapter 18

Prince became more uneasy as the movie progressed. A scene with Tommy Matolla started.

“I cannot believe Michael DID this to me!” Tommy said slamming papers on his desk. “All because of that damn ATV catologe! If he would have just gave it up maybe I would’ve gave that sorry excuse for an album a chance!” He looked up at his assistant who was obediently silent.

“But no, now they dropped my from the damn label. MY label! Fuckin Sony! Fuckin Michael Jackson! I wish he would burn in hell!” Tommy threw a file of papers across the room.

“You know...you have noticed Lisa has been going on this media blitz concerning Michael….there’s a lot of hatred coming from her…if you were to make another label, and she’s singing right now…I don’t know I just think you all have a lot in common.” His assistant said.

Tommy looked up. “no…” Tommy said. “No…I have a better idea….” He smiled as he picked up the phone.

The banging started again.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Tommy and Evan looked up to the ceiling.

“What is that??” Lisa asked from behind the door.

“I don’t know.” Tommy whispered.

The banging got louder. Evan tried to hold in his fear. “Lisa, I’ll be back.” Tommy said. He turned to Evan. “Give me the flashlight.”

“You’re gonna go up there?” Evan asked.

“Look, we either stay down here, and Michael comes after us…or we go up there and face him.” Tommy said.

Evan nodded and watched Tommy go up the stairs.

“Tommy Matolla?” Lisa Marie answered her cell phone on the shoot of her next video.

“Yeah it’s me. I heard you haven’t been too happy with your ex.”

“Well no…” Lisa said, suspiciously.

“Well I haven’t been too happy with your ex either. He’s been causing a lot of people a lot of pain lately…”

“Where are you going with this?” Lisa asked.

“How about we both make him pay?” Tommy said devilishly.

“Hmmm…I’m all for it. How?” Lisa asked.

“Oh I don’t know, ruin his carreer once and for all maybe.” Tommy said.

“I like this.” She paused. “You know there’s this guy who talked me into speaking about me and Michael’s relationship publicly. He might be able to assist us.”

“Yeah and who’s that?”

“Evan Chandler.”

Tommy walked up the steps cautiously. As he approached the top, the banging sound began to pierce his ears.

“Come on Mikey boy…I ain’t scared of you…” he whispered.

He headed towards Michael’s old room where the sound was coming from.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

He flashed his flashlight at the two child mannequins that served as a frame for the entrance to his room. The sound was so loud, the mannequins began to shake.

“Okay, Mike. No more games.” Tommy said to the door.

Tommy put his hand on the door. Then opened it.

“My God.”